Say "Cheese"

Before I begin with this week's post, I just wanted to say that I had planned to do an entry last week about Alzheimer's but I kept forgetting to write it. (drum rim shot)

Moving right along...this week's subject is about the "Cheese Sausage" of growing older.  Spence actually coined this gem and it relates to so many situations in life.

Back story: Spence had dinner at a friend's house. They were serving sausage - his absolute favorite meal. As he bit into his delicious crispy on the outside-juicy on the inside sausage, he was horrified to discover melted cheese in the middle - the one food he absolutely hates. So what he thought was going to be wonderful treat turned out to be kinda not so great. Kind of a "Bedazzled" (a favorite movie of mine) moment. And now, without further adieu, are a few my "Cheese Sausage" thoughts about growing older:

I can wear whatever I want...because no one looks at me anymore.

I have plenty of free time...because finding at job after the age of 50 is like searching for the holy grail

I'm always heard when I speak...'cause I mostly talk to myself

Yep, that about does it for this week. Put a fork in it, I'm done.